Bias
When numbers don't add up
When suffering is silenced up
When seats are reserved for the few up
When peripheral vision is skewed and messed up
When numbers are meant to bring you down
When your language, your voice is torn down
When the few slots for the biased are way down
When all that the biased want to do is hide their face down
But one day the biased will be up
Maybe one day the unbiased will tumbe down
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